Chapter 228: Plotting To Kill The Dark Lord
The shadow transformed itself into someone that was quite recognizable.
Someone they knew. The dark lord himself: Lord Monsoon.
He joined them in the somber forest. At least, he wasn't interrupting Junk as he was sucking on his witch's breasts and drinking her mana milk. The swine monster was gallant enough to wait before striking. Was it that, or did Lord Monsoon wait for that moment for another reason?
Could it be because it was sort of notorious that whoever was drinking mana milk, that during the first few minutes following the milk settling in one's body, a certain unique thing happened… When someone drank mana milk, it made it, so there was a short window of time during which the drinker was unstable to say the least.
As the mana milk was being processed into Junk's body, he felt like he wasn't exactly ready to handle a fight. Even if it was exactly what he was hoping to do originally. Even worse in this particular case, since the Halloween knight had drunk so much of that thick and concentrated mana milk.
At the moment, the demon knight only felt full. So full that he could barely move, without forgetting to mention that he was still wearing his entire suit of armor. Movements were difficult. Defending this territory was, unfortunately, going to be much more difficult that way. Meanwhile, September was too horny to notice or anticipate anyone sneaking up on them. She was still seductively sitting on a large rock by the time the dark shadow appeared behind her and transformed into Lord Monsoon.
Under his true and physical pig form. With her legs spread open, the Witch Queen simply wished to invite her demon knight that was Junk into another fucking session. Trying to pull him away from his task and seduce him for more sex. Now wasn't the right time. Unfortunately. As soon as Lord Monsoon appeared, Junk locked eyes on him. A pair of alphas like the two of them in the same area. It was bound to be a major clash.
There was no time to waste. Junk had to act now. September was in grave danger. He was right behind her.
"What? What are you looking at? You should be looking at me instead of behind me? Why? Did you just notice more trees you wished to cut down for no good reason?" September questioned him.
"September! You've got to move now!" He shouted at her.
"What are you talking about? I am pretty comfortable on this big rock. Don't you see something interesting between my wide opened legs, demon knight? Um…? Isn't it inviting?" She asked him, still having no clue that there was an enemy around, and not just any enemy, but actively the worst of them all…
"Witch Queen! I am not kidding! You've got to move right now! Run to me! Run to me, now!" Junk continued telling her.
"Oh! I'm beginning to understand what you are trying to say. You don't want to have sex over here on this side of the forest, you would rather have me come to you, so you can bring me somewhere else in the woods to do it. Probably somewhere even farther away from the village. I see where your mind is at. I also deeply enjoy how dominant you are becoming. Progress. Some appreciated progress, if I can say so…" September licked her lips in arousal. She agreed to get up from the rock. She was just about to do so…
"No, September! It has nothing to do with that! Run to me, now! Run to me! He is right behind you!" He tried warning her.
"It's okay… It's all okay… You don't have to make up a story now. You've got me. I'm coming. I'm coming," she was getting up.
"He is not making up any story…" A dark and nightmarish voice was heard behind her.
It was him. It was the dark lord. It was Lord Monsoon. September heard him and finally shut up. She finally understood that Junk was right , and he was not pranking her. September felt bad almost right away after hearing the dark voice behind her, recognizing it immediately. She felt like a dumb slut. Ever since she made peace with her younger sister, she appreciated playing a whore-like slave and pretending that Junk was above her.
This facade that she enjoyed playing with, this role-play of sorts, had come to bite in the ass in the end. She wasn't on her guard. When she slowly turned her head around and saw Lord Monsoon standing right there, she failed like she had made the worst mistake of her entire life. Not being on her guard. Sacrificing everything for sex. Which wasn't a mistake in itself, but in this specific case, it was a problem. September stood in front of Lord Monsoon after completely turning around. She didn't move more than that. She waited after doing the first thing she thought of doing, which was to quickly cover herself. She dressed up again and then she waited as she confronted Monsoon…
"Lord Monsoon…" She whispered his name.
"Monsoon. What are you doing here?" Junk asked him.
"I was made aware of your newfound peace with the sister. I couldn't believe it when I first heard of it. I still can't believe it. You're going to have to show me. But first, I'd love a quick battle with you, Witch Queen. Especially since you are right there. I'm here for vengeance."
"Not a chance. My demon knight is right here and he's going to kick your butt for me, but you damn well that I can defeat you, too."
"Is that so?" Lord Monsoon questioned her, amused.
"September. I thought you said earlier today that we needed to discuss a plan to take Lord Monsoon down. I believe the discussion would be appropriate to have now," he told her.
"You think?" She didn't even look at him when she replied.
"I'm tired of waiting. Come over here, Witch Queen. Let's battle!" He approached and was about to seize her.
Her big tits jiggled under her jack-o-lantern breastplates, which were still seductively dripping with a lot of mana milk under her clothes, when he made his move. He was about to get her when—all of a sudden—the demon knight came between them. He interrupted his attack and slashed his right hand with his huge ax. Cutting it in one move. Lord Monsoon didn't see this coming. The demon knight was here to protect his Witch Queen. Even more so now than ever since he had finally been able to get here. He was ready to place his life on the line for her.
"Not so fast…" He told Monsoon as he cut his hand.